It's July 19th and I've been unemployed for the longest stretch of time since I started working for the Micheal J. Fox theatre back when I was in high school. It's starting to wear at me and the constant rejection from job after job can really take a toll on one's sense of self worth. It fosters a feeling of lethargy, helplessness, and yes, a bit of depression. Fortunately I have friends and family that are looking out for me and making a tough time quite a bit easier than it is for most people. Just this past weekend, JR and I were ordering food from a cart vendor on Granville and right beside us was a guy about my age, rooting through the trash looking for food. I looked at him and thought, "The only difference between this guy and me is the friend I have standing right beside me." I'm keeping a physical and mental list of everything everyone has done for me over the last few months, and when I get back on my feet (and rest assured that I will), these people will be thanked appropriately; and I don't just mean a hearty appreciation at the Thanksgiving dinner table.
On a lighter note, my son finally got a haircut. Now he looks like a little boy again instead of a long haired hippie.